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Name: Kimbra Treloc Age: 9 1/2 Sweeps Blood Color: Maroon Symbol: http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=1024&bih=679&tbm=isch&tbnid=kjgddKxNwfLj8M:&imgrefurl=http://www.turbosquid.com/3d-models/musical-symbols-3d-3ds/398798&docid=ynMGA3N5LlyQVM&imgurl=http://preview.turbosquid.com/Preview/2010/12/17__06_17_58/ms06_render.jpg1749ab18-6012-4eb5-8a88-2548646a0045Large.jpg&w=600&h=600&ei=kSWIUNLQMozo8QT3hYH4DQ&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=575&vpy=157&dur=4&hovh=225&hovw=225&tx=104&ty=180&sig=112578234853448857541&page=2&tbnh=158&tbnw=104&st

Name: Veneia Treloc Age: 7 1/2 Sweeps Blood Color: Maroon Looks: short black hair, gray skin, yellow and maroon eyes, horns that curve like Aradia's only her's go down curving up Clothes: black tank top covered by a long sleeveless shawl, blue skinny jeans and white sneakers Trollian Handle: martialistSymphony Typing Quirk: Types with an @ replacing every A Lusus: MonkeyDad Sylladex: Memory -- Must match things together to use anything Strife Specibi: Crowbarkind Personality: sweet, slightly shy at times, quick to anger over small things, passionate, defensive, sensitive, reckless Prospit or Derse: Derse Title: Maestro of Sound Q

Elliot kept his back to the door as he heard grell leave the room. He slowly put the the papers back the desk and listened to his footsteps fading quietly down the hall. He had an idea where the olderman might be going, he'd probably go bother that demon butler. Elliot had never seen the way Grell acted around this man but he'd heard stories from William and he'd seen Grell flirt with other men in the office. He could onlt assume that Grell was throwing himself at the man like he did to every other attractive male he saw. Elliot's eye twitched and his hand tightened around the papers he was holding. For some reason thinking about his senpai

Elliot sighed contently. This was one of the few times he'd been out alone since he had been inducted into the organization. Grell was busy taking care of some other matter, most likely more punishement for the Jack the Ripper incident. Elliot focused back the present, his mission here in the mortal world was observe some butler. Apparently he was a demon who'd entered into a contract with a motral, a young boy. Elliot frowned, he didn't think a demon would ever pick someone like that. Never the less William wanted him to check up on the demon his master be damned. He paused a moment in his position atop the house the demon supposedly worke